Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Ugh... hot"

The old man, who opened the door to the room, groaned unexpectedly at the hot breeze blowing at him. In the middle of a simple room, one young man sits with his eyes closed and his horseshit "Agura" on.

In a swinging enthusiasm, the youth - Dino Gailroen - slowly opened his eyes. Bright red eyes at the visitor, grinning niggly.

"Oui, don't open it all of a sudden. What would you do if you didn't want to be seen?

"Heh. For once, I knocked on the door..."

"Whoa, that's bad. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we're ready for dinner."

"Is it that time already? I'll be right there."

In the unusual heat, but not a drop of sweat on the youth. It was a testament to the fact that it was able to fully control its own heat.

Stand up and open the window. The enthusiasm that had stood in the room was released outside, and instead a pleasant breeze had blown in.

Soul Heart Power "Prarna" in the body, meditation to work out its flow. Looking at the clock, four hours earlier had passed. Since when have you been so focused that you don't even notice the sound of a knock?

- I'm looking forward to it.

Initially, I just thought of it as one of the stepping stones to spreading my name. Heavenly Boom Feast. But Dino was expensive that he was likely to enjoy the process more than expected.

Orchester. And that brunette boy. I just didn't think about it, such as meeting again in such an exotic land.

Ultimately, Dino and the boy will be able to see Mami again. Only the mighty will remain at the martial arts festival as soon as the sieve is applied. If so, inevitably, only myself and that man will remain. Whatever the unexpected, if the strong show up, it's also exciting.

My health is impeccable. I can do my best.

The stage of the heavenly banquet is the forest known as the 'Garden of the Infinite'. The transcendent narrowed his eyes, worried unnecessarily that he would not burn with his own flame - etc.

The old master of the Inn looks back over the stairs and leans his neck wonderfully.

A boy named Dino, who stays in this inn for a long time because he wants to attend the Heavenly Bombay Festival, is active early in the morning and seems to be awake late at night. I thought you were taking a nap because it's still too quiet, but it wasn't.

So much so that I wonder when the hell he's asleep, but I can't see him lack of sleep or anything like that.

The martial arts festival is finally tomorrow. I wonder if that would be okay, and I worry extra.

"Young man... I envy you."

The old master, who was reading late last night, bit the yawn to death as he grew sleepy early and returned to the cooking area.

"Oops, it's a banquet."

"Oh."

With an elegant taste for tea, Assistant General Commander of the performer group Orchester - Debias Loud Morganti hammered a resounding voice from beyond the correspondence.

Midday cafe terrace. Its appearance of tea with long legs together in a seat set under a parasol would also make it seem that the aristocrats of the doers are having an elegant moment. Several of the women on the road pass by with their gaze on me.

Quindor, the leader of Orchester, the opponent of communications, tells in a tone of unwillingness that the phase remains the same.

"Is Chav's bastard on the spot?

"No."

Chav Dapperve, who competes in the Heavenly Boom Feast, is not here right now. Better than quality, we should be having lunch at the store where we sell. Anyway, that giant. In time, you will eat anyway to drain your soul and mind, Prarna, as the chanter Mage.

'Then I'll make sure. I'll ask you tomorrow, just before you leave for the Kitty Martial Arts Festival. Lay down and try not to get it done by the end of the day.

"I know. There's no drain. Just in case.... Well... finally, but will it work?

"The other day, when I tried it with a monkey, I succeeded. Humans don't change either. Concern material is too big a target."

before the experiment of the century, but the cooled attitude of Quindor remains unchanged. He's the head of the big organization, and Debias hoists the edge of his mouth about this much more reliable.

"The guys on the lookout want it to be tomorrow."

"Ha. Oh, I guess so."

"Heavenly Banquet. What's gonna happen?

Quindor shudders as rarely interested. However,

"No, no. Whatever happens, this is what happens."

I couldn't help but notice what Debias was going to say.

But around words like that pop up, it may mean that even this captain is feeling a little nervous.

Anyway - if the experiment succeeded.

Naturally, the participants will die.

The success of the experiment leads as it were to the failure of the Heavenly Banquet.

I'm sorry for a contestant who doesn't know anything or a country called Lefe, but if you put it the way you pushed it out, it doesn't matter to the Debias guys.

"... oh. Looking forward to the heavenly banquet."

Tomorrow.

This would undoubtedly be a major step in transforming everything.

How long have you felt like this? Debias was unlikely to be able to contain the highs of his chest like a pure boy.

"Hir......, come on"

Looking up at the castle, which was too huge, Scenomea Faffett shrugged.

Hold on to the soft chestnut long hair blown by the summer breeze and glow your black-eyed tenuous eyes. She was a woman with a gorgeous atmosphere that I could see growing up in the city at a glance. My age has just turned twenty. A neat little face has a slightly tense color on it.

Chigu Royal Castle, a giant castle inhabited by the governor and the 'Millennium Parliament', as well as the 'Thirteen Martial Family' and many soldiers. This is the first time I've visited it this way, even if I've seen it from afar or passed it nearby.

Looking seriously, a female soldier appears from inside the castle.

"Oh, you're here! Scenomea!"

"Yeah!"

Faced to the voice, Scenomea waved to a friend who was working as a female soldier.

"Soon, Master Duane said he was going out. I'll be right here. You should say hello then."

"Ugh, yeah......!

Breathe in and nod small at the words of your friend.

Towards tomorrow, the eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet. Many warriors are disturbed martial arts festivals, but many engage as backers even if they do not compete. Rather, including the guards, the total number of participants exceeds the number of participants.

Zeilin Yuente, "The Homicidal One" in charge of "The Film," the Steering Committee who makes the decision and the dozens of white clothes who actually go into the yard to do various tasks, this time the most powerful warrior in charge of commentary, even though he does not participate. Duen Akelone.

And Scenomea is one of those backers.

She had been bought excellent communication technology and promoted to be in charge of this' voice '. The role of communicating the war to a large audience. As a matter of fact, Zeilin and I hit a distant relative, so to be clear, some parts were chosen for their connection.

Still, a big job like never before. This is an opportunity. If done properly, it can also be food for the future. Favourable for a job, hot stuff, etc.

He visited the Royal Castle for a meeting with Zeilin, but he said he had plans to go out to Duen, so he decided to just say hello for a moment and set aside some time. Left a good impression on Lefe's best warrior Taru Duen, there shouldn't be any harm done.

Where his nose was rough and he was burning his ambitions, a frivolous group emerges from within the castle.

It is the skinny man who leads the brave soldiers wrapped in red armor. Duen Akelone, the most powerful warrior in the country, the undefeated champion of the Heavenly Boom Feast, dominated by the family of spears.

"Scenomea, I'm here."

"Ugh, yeah."

I'm going to be accidentally pressured by the force of that I see close for the first time. The atmosphere is like a sharp blade. Even though his body was never bigger compared to the soldiers around him, his presence was breathtaking, even in the amateur Scenomea.

"Ahhh......!

Never speak up to the Duane who walked down the side.

"... something?

I don't know if it's open or closed. I turned my thin eyes, and the most powerful man in the refeit turned only his face toward Scenomea.

"Nice to meet you! Me, I will be in charge of audio at this heavenly banquet, my name is Scenomea Faffett! Tomorrow, thank you!

That's Scenomea, whose voice is the business. Introduce yourself without precipitation, using the voice-color you keep.

"Hmm, you. Thank you very much."

"Yes!

Well, just saying hello doesn't taste too good. It was Scenomea, who I think was distracted and talked about something - but Duen walks out "rude then" as if nothing was going on as it were.

"Ah..."

Is it cold or does it matter? Minimum response required.

Scenomea just dropped off the man who was leaving with just that.

"That..., I, wasn't very impressed...? Hey, did you mess with something? What would you say yourself, but it was perfect, wasn't it?!? You had a good voice, didn't you?!?

"Haha. 'Cause that's what Duane looks like to everyone."

The person in charge of voice at the Heavenly Boom Festival is chosen with an emphasis on communication technology. It is not uncommon to be a neat amateur when it comes to tactical knowledge, etc. So did Scenomea herself. Though I've had a preview, honestly, I don't know much about the Heavenly Banquet either.

Try the warriors, you probably don't feel very comfortable involving such an 'nigga' amateur little girl.

"Well, since yesterday, there hasn't been a Lapa of the Hammer family, and it seems like he's been busy."

"Shit, you can't help it! Mr. Zeilin invited me!

"What is it, all of a sudden, Scenomea?"

On the contrary, it excites.

Let this work be accomplished willingly. With my voice, I'll cheer you up. And let that chilled Duane say, "Well done."

"When it comes to tomorrow... my time, I will!

"Hey, Scenomea."

The woman who held her fist for a long time and burned with ambition swore.

"So... shall we go back to the inn?"

"Oh."

Miscellaneous at noon, the shield and the bellette go. The crowd of people on the road is not the same as it was until the other day because it was just before the heavenly banquet. Walk side by side to avoid slippage.

They were on their way home from visiting Myol's inpatient hospital.

As a result, I didn't see her. Still in absolute rest. The body, the mind, that you have to let them rest.

I was going to report going to the Heavenly Boom Feast, but I was beginning to wonder if maybe I was glad I didn't see you. If you say that, she'd be surprised, too. It could cripple the wound. In the first place, we don't even know the drift guards are still in the refeit.

Then. We meet after we win - after it's all over, I don't mind.

On the other hand, Sakuragiri was also a carefree street guard, but the castle people are also busy because of the proximity of the heavenly banquet, and it is now forbidden to enter the castle itself.

In the end, I ended up not seeing Myol or Sakuragiri in advance of the martial arts festival.

"Lugo, how are you?

"Oops... Condition is fine. I can do it."

"Huh. Good for you."

Belgrette exhales a sigh of heartfelt relief. Totally a manager.

"But you're my cousin who made the last adjustments when I left."

"We're going out."

He has also encouraged light training with Bellette and Gonder in the last few days at the Inn. That will be the last one today, too.

"Ah. Don't forget to mention the divine chant Oracle. As for chant retention, do you remember it properly? What about the multiple-holder Fordisis?

"What... oh, wow... I get it"

"Hmm. I'll test you later."

"What..."

It's not just training. In a short time, he also had a brief study of the Divine Chant "Oracle" by participating in the hissing martial arts festival of the chanters "Mages.

Attributes, systems of art, types... talismans, "Runes", sealing tools, and at the end of the day, some kind of chant retention.

As a boy who hates studying, I just think. I'm glad I wasn't born as a chanter Magee in this world, he said.

Well, today is the moon of Xingliao, the twenty-first.

By now, the College of Midir was treating protection that had been postponed. Under the direction of Ms Barale Surge, the 'Penta' in charge of protection, Mia, Claria and the Dean of the College must also be working in general.

... I'm sure Mia and Claire blurred that the drift guards are not back yet - etc.

They were two people walking on the sidewalk, but they found that they were so lost that they had a crowd to go to.

"... what could it be?

"I don't know. I can't get through..."

I'm just blocking my way around, so I go around - that's what I get in my sight.

One man was speaking to a reluctant girl.

Probably both sides, not local - refeit people.

The girl is a prominent travel outfit with a brown cape. Chestnut hair is tied to a ponytail, with the impression that it looks plain and adult.

The man against is in the same cape, but the colour is pitch black. It's like wearing bat feathers. It was characterized by a long length of lean body like a dead tree, with glittery eyes and a long momiaghe stretching from both sides of short dark hair to near the jaw.

"So... I, I have company...!

Black cloak grabs the girl's arm as she tries to walk away.

"So... kara. I just found out how convenient it is for you. Are you gonna peel me off and fuck me in this place? You just have to follow me around, Cora."

"... what the heck, that's a novel number. And it's not even a numb anymore."

A drifting shield that squeaks like half a shudder.

So I heard a faint blur from the crowd gathered.

"I called the soldiers. He said he'd be here any minute."

"That's Maygus, the magician who did it... I hope you don't mind..."

――――

Ask me that name.

Stream protection is almost unconscious, stepping toward a man...

"No, Lugo......!

Belgrette grabbed his shoulder from behind and stopped him.

"... but look, there's a girl involved..."

"Wait. The real thing is tomorrow. If we make a scene here and the appearance is revoked..."

"It doesn't look like it, Belle. So, what about that tangled kid?

"I heard it from the crowd. He called a soldier. Help will be here soon."

Girl knights like that had a biting look.

……

Yes. What I'd like to pop out of is that Belgrette should be the same.

Perhaps right now, it's easy to get out and defeat this Demon Fighter "Maygus" man. But I have trouble in case there is. There must be no rubbing that prevents you from competing in the heavenly banquet.

"............... right. Sorry. Let's leave it to the soldiers."

Belgrette nods at the squeezed out, streaming voice.

This place will come soon. Leave it to the soldiers, and the drift guards will leave. That's the best choice you can make.

"Oh? Oh?

The man, who said he was part of the magician "Maygus," raised his thoughtful voice around his neck.

That gaze. I was watching Belgrette.

"What the fuck? Wow, you don't have a good woman ~. It's a shame you're not blonde. Oui."

Until then, the girl who was involved is blind and slightly turns to me.

Silently.

Liquid shield stood to block its path.

"..., Lew, go"

I control Belgrette with my arms, trying to say something.

"Ah? What are you... you're not this woman's pussy. Little guy, I'm not catching up with him."

As worthy as it may be, the demon warrior, Maygas, looks down at the face of his shield.

"Well no. Can I borrow your girl for a second? It's a little tame, I'll give it back in one go. Oh, I might do it many times if you like. If you like it, maybe I'll give it back."

Silently. The drift shield keeps a man's eyes open and returns nothing.

"Come on, say something. The other day, I just fucked a woman dressed as an erotic ~. What a name. Blonde...... Myol or something. It was a waste of time - I said no. Blondes are... I like them."

Reflux protection returns nothing.

"I knew I wasn't forced to, and this is how I made it a gentleman's way of speaking up. Hey, kid. Don't let me raise my hand. I'm going to the heavenly banquet tomorrow."

Reflux protection returns nothing.

"... hey. I told you to get out of the way, kid."

It was faster than I thought.

The right fist of a man with a sideburn strikes down the cheek of a drifting shield.

"RUGO......!

Hand controlled Belgrette raising her pressing voice, where the boy finally breaks his silence.

"... please don't"

The flushing voice was trembling.

"Oh? Don't be. Hey, are you freaking out?

Around his neck, Magic Fighter Maygas peeks in from close quarters. Rotten breath stung my nose.

"... stop... please"

If he managed to squeeze out the same words, the man in black sounded his throat fun-filled.

"I ya... right. No, you don't have the guts to look at me. I want to crush you right now. Why are you alive? I'm gonna kill you? Can I kill you? No, I knew I'd show you after I half-killed you. I told her I'd never seen her like this before."

A man who laughs like he's broken while cramping his body.

The drift shield just repeats like a groan.

"Stop... give it to me. ……… so uh……,"

Words leaked from the gutted gap.

"- Thought it was tomorrow... I'm patient. If I don't kill you right now, I'm gonna lose my mind."

Between moments.

I don't even know what look she had at that time, nor does she herself know.

Just.

The surrounding waves have definitely lagged behind.

On the forehead of the slightly eyed magician "Maygus" floats a blue muscle like a push to death.

"... hum, hum. Right or right. That's good. That's good. You're the contestant. That's good. That's good. Then tomorrow. In front of 30,000 spectators and your woman watching, I'm gonna make Temei a gutter. This Barbador-sama."

Even though it was pathological. I opened my gaze wide, and the man from the demon fighter Maygus - the man who named him Barbadorf - laughed eerily. So,

"There! What to do!

With a sharp voice, a soldier in red armor rushes over.

"Whoa, did I get in the way? Open the door."

Barbadorf flaunted his shoulder,

"- My hand slipped."

Bashun, and the sound of cutting the sky rings.

"- Huh!"

Liu Xiao twisted his neck aggressively and gave the blow. On the blurred neck, a red blood line rushes. A sharply stretched parabola chopped off the branches of the street tree behind it. One beat late, screaming from the crowd.

"Lugo!"

Now it was time for Belgrette to get up too.

It's water.

A flash of water cannon-like assault from Barbados' fingertips had broken both easy and hard trees.

"Hey! What are you doing!

The momentum just grabbed, and the soldiers who came fly their anger.

"Whoa, whoa. My hand slipped. Look, Shomben, you're trying to take it off target, right?

"You're kidding me! Make all the noise!

Never mind the voice of the soldier holding him down, Barbadorf turns a slight eye to the drifting herd.

"Ooh, you didn't get your name yet, kid"

"There's currents."

"Ariu milugo? By the way, you."

So the atmosphere changed.

"You avoided it."

Gyolori Barbadorf eyes. There are signs of peeping.

"You avoided my blow..."

As worthy. The little villain changed from a vulgar attitude, and it was like - a sober hunter who identifies his prey.

(Koitz......)

Read what the opponent intends while also narrowing his eyes.

Definitely. Now staggered, alerted. It was understood that it was no coincidence that I had avoided it.

"... well... oh man it's life that ends tomorrow. At best, when you spend the night with no regrets. Yeah, starting tomorrow, she can rest assured I got her, Ariu Miliu Gokun. Tomorrow night, ask Temae which is better!? Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Did you see that, soldier clogging up?

"This is crazy, you, come on! We're canceling the Heavenly Banquet!

"Oops. Come on. Oh, no more! Tomorrow, Ariu Milugo Kuuuuuuuuu!

Returning to an atmosphere where no shards of character can also be felt, Barbadorf leaves with a madly high laugh and a grand foothold.

"Are you all right!?

"... Yep"

Hold down the running neck muscle of the scratch, and the drift protection affirms it small.

"Absolutely, the magician Maygus... it doesn't matter and it's above all. You... sound like a traveler. Then you know, because I'm holding off on the heavenly banquet tomorrow, so it's easy to rub it for more people. Be careful when you go out."

Soldiers vary. Apparently, you don't realize that Lifeguard is a Raindeer guerrilla who visited the castle. In the first place, maybe you don't even know that.

It wasn't even a rare sight, people who were gathered start scattering around each one. Still, a lot of people were foolish enough to say, "Magicians," "Megas," get fucked tomorrow by bollocks. "" Are you a participant? Tomorrow, he'll blow me away, "some slapped me on the shoulder. The first girl involved has disappeared at some point. That or this that helped a girl start with a hang-up, or what a story isn't like that. I thought... but I wasn't helping in the first place. I'm just talking about that Barbados target changing from a girl to a Belgrette.

Soldiers zero with the sigh of abandonment.

"Especially that demon fighter, Maygus. They're weaving big black capes, so stay away from them if you see them. Keep your eyes open."

"... that black cloak. Are all the magicians" Maygas "wearing them?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah... it sounds like their symbol, The Symbol. It stands out, so it would be a good landmark for us. Those outlaws."

At the end of the day, the soldier leaves, including telling him to be careful again.

"Lugo, are you okay? Wounds, we need to heal."

Beaten cheeks. Cut wound engraved on neck muscle. The overprotective manager, Bergrette, will apply the "Oracle" of the Divine Chant of Therapy.

"Hey, Belle. It's... it's okay."

The mind was so distracted that the drift guardian himself wondered.

"What...?

"- When it's tomorrow. You don't have to put up with it anymore..."

Contrary.

A clenched fist, meshed, made a noise.

Prepare for that explosion.

And - the moon, the twenty-second of Xingliao's "Seiryu".

The day of the heavenly banquet, came.